. The cat . riendship withMistigris at first, for fear I should run away withher, but I am a born bachelor, and people soon seethat there is no fear of my carrying any cat was pretty, rather prettier than thewhite cat at the party, but it made no differenceto me, we were very good friends and that wasall. Mistigris used to lie in wait for me in theshadow of the bed-curtain sitting on her warmnest in the eiderdown. Talk of French polite-ness ; she never once invited me to come up!And if I happened to get down to see her aboutmeal times when she sat on the table betweenMonsieur and
. The cat . riendship withMistigris at first, for fear I should run away withher, but I am a born bachelor, and people soon seethat there is no fear of my carrying any cat was pretty, rather prettier than thewhite cat at the party, but it made no differenceto me, we were very good friends and that wasall. Mistigris used to lie in wait for me in theshadow of the bed-curtain sitting on her warmnest in the eiderdown. Talk of French polite-ness ; she never once invited me to come up!And if I happened to get down to see her aboutmeal times when she sat on the table betweenMonsieur and Madame Ducrot, as they dranktheir soup and ate their salad, she frowned at methrough the glass door and pretended not to knowme. I didnt want any cabbage soup, either, theircookery is far too greasy for me. But when shewas not so pleasantly engaged and the door ofthe room was open, she used to come to me andthread herself in and out through the balusters asa sign of friendliness. I never saw her after seven. MISTIGRIS USED TO LIEWAIT FOR ME CATAPUK 165 oclock. They turn all lights out on the stairshere after eight, and I used to sit indoors on thecold wood floor in the evenings and listen forAuntie May to come in. Manxie fed her sobadly that in disgust she used to go out and gether dinner at a restaurant. She used to come up,bumping herself in the dark, and fumble for thedoor-key under the mat, where Manxie, who wentto bed at nine to save lights, had left it. Therewas a jam-pot on a bracket in the hall full of oiland a wick floating in it. It was the cheapestpossible way of lighting, so Manxie said. ThenAuntie May used to grope for her sealed bottleof milk on the table, and light one of those beastlyFrench matches that smell and sputter, and readher letters if there were any, and then go to bed. I used to help her to undress, playing with herstrings and stay-laces, and anything in the leasttaggy, and placing her slippers in different ends ofthe room ready for her to find in th
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